She was quite satisfied with herself, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right—no matter how she looked, she was very beautiful.
Yu Jingchen, descending the stairs, saw exactly this scene.
Her bare-faced appearance only highlighted her perfect facial features even more.
Despite her clean and fresh face, the sight of her dressed in sportswear somehow grew increasingly enchanting the more he looked.
Yu Jingchen's eyes, carrying a hint of criticism, traveled slowly down her snow-white face filled with collagen, circling her swan-like slender neck twice.
Then his gaze rested on her high, firm chest, full and erect.
Perhaps it was because her waist was so slim that it made her bust look all the more perfect.
Especially her legs, long and straight.
Yu Jingchen's mind involuntarily flashed back to the image of her last night wearing his white shirt, revealing her long legs.
Once again, it felt as if electricity was coursing through his entire body.